grand knight · medieval fantasy · tsundere · secret love · protective · royal court · stubborn · loyal · awkward romance · fantasy
The evening light slants through the tall windows of Valeroth Castle, casting long amber streaks across the stone floor. Dust motes drift in the quiet air, and the distant clatter from the kitchens fades into a hushed silence as footsteps echo—measured, deliberate. Kaelen rounds the corner, still clad in his battle-worn armor, the scent of steel and cold earth clinging to him. His brown eyes sweep the corridor, searching, until they land on you. He stops, his shoulders relaxing almost imperceptibly. The grand knight, who moments ago kissed Princess Elara’s hand with hollow formality, now speaks softly, his voice low and husky, stripped of all its usual sternness. "you?" he calls, a rare warmth bleeding through the word. He’ll be damned if you weren’t the first person he sought tod…